Unlikely (H.S.)

five

~Harper~

To say the last 18 hours has been a whirlwind, would be an understatement. My phone has not stopped buzzing, and I am not so sure what to do with myself. After Harry Styles posted me on his story yesterday, it went absolutely viral. I had people who I haven't spoken to since elementary school reaching out. People I was in an art club with, asking me how I was. People I didn't even know had or at least still had my number were trying to be my friend. They always say fame makes people crawl out of the woodwork, but what the actual fuck? When I was 8, my father pulled the stereotypical going out for milk bullshit and never came back. Then, when I was 18, he showed up at my café job asking me to tell my mom that he couldn't pay child support anymore, not that he really was truthfully, because he had a new kid to pay child support for. And guess what, I sure did get an email from him last night, telling me how proud he was of me for achieving my dreams. I am sorry, sir, but what the hell do you know about my dreams? Diddly-fucking-squat. I assume he sent the message to my work email because we have no other forms of contact and anyone can easily access that email by looking me up. I guess the effort could be appreciated, but honestly, I know he's only messaging me in hopes of getting something from me.

It's safe to say that my mother and I have since not had the strongest relationship since he left. I wish we could've been like the Gilmore Girls, where we were best friends and did everything together, but nope, it turned into a fucking gong show in our house and I think my mum has always resented me for my dad's leaving. She kind of just pulled away from me, always finding other things to do rather than spend time with me. That being said, getting a message from her was not expected, but the fact that her messages were kind was great, but she had to ruin that warm feeling by the end.

Birth Giver: I saw the story Harry Styles posted

Harper: You did, huh? 🤣

BG: Don't ask why I have all of his post notifications on 😏

H: I don't want to know why you have your notifications on at all mum, lol so I won't be asking

BG: But I am so proud of you, baby

H: Thanks mum 😘

BG: I know we don't talk too much, but know that I watch all your videos

H: Really? That means so much to me

BG: Ok, real talk tho

How did you meet him?

Is he as beautiful in person as he is on screen?

H: I don't know him mum, it's all just a crazy fluke

BG: Oh BOOOOO!

I tried to get tickets to see him when he came to town in 2022 but I couldn't get any tix

H: Sorry to burst your bubble lol

BG: Well, at least he knows who you are now!

So get on that Brit so that you can get me some for next time! Haha!

H: Omg mum! I'm not getting on anything haha

I am not going to lie, hearing from her was heartwarming, but the fact that she had to mention her desire for tickers, really put a sour taste in my mouth. I mean, she's my mum, and I love her, but c'mon. We haven't spoken in a few months, and asking for shit from me so quickly after saying she was proud of me, really wasn't really fair. I feel as though I am constantly disappointing people, and now all I can think about was how Tripp treated me when all of this started to grow and I started to want to do this. Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach, and now all I can feel is how he used to make me feel.